Raghav sold his wife’s gold chain—the one from their wedding. He paid the fine. He paid for the original software. He paid a new accountant double the old salary.
Outside, the noise of Chandni Chowk continued. Rickshaws honked. Hawkers shouted. And somewhere, a teenager was downloading a crack for another small businessman who believed he was outsmarting the system.
The Ledger of Broken Mirrors